Lego

Simple, really

The connection of blocks with bumps

Perfect imperfections, linking one to the next by hard design

A tower or fortress may be built

Full on armor and amour

But there is no room for soft curves in this construction

The game to give, and give and give

To connect

To build and build

Room upon room, opening doors to everywhere

And nowhere.

A game of pretend

Not logic

Not skill

All this construction, year upon year

Binding us with bumps and corners

Rectangular love in primary colors, closing in on us

Closing out the world

Revealing the restrictions of secrecy

Unveiling truths we covered in plastic

Until one day there are no more pieces

We simply must...

Lego